When I first visited the National Museum, I was ecstatic. Never in my my life did I even aim to go there. Maybe because none of us in my family strongly felt about art, specifically towards historical paintings. Maybe because we frequented malls more than museums. Maybe because I had no one to go with. Or maybe because, out of a shallow reason, I didn’t know how to go there or where it was even located. So I never went.
But during the first few days of our dating phase, I learned that Jec is a huge fan of history. He really wanted to bring me to National Museum and give me a tour. So he did. When we got to the Lumad part where you could see the weapons, clothing, livelihood tools,musical instruments, etc. used by our indegienous people, I just cried. It’s like something strong came over me while I was looking at this particular painting, then I started having goosebumps all over my body, and the next thing I knew I was crying.
Because right then and there, through a mere painting, I saw how beautiful our country is, yet we take it for granted. We travel overseas to eat exotic food but put our local travel destinations at the end of our list because “it’s always going to be there anyway”. And it just breaks my heart just knowing that that is a fact.
Moving forward, I had the same feeling when I attended this particular art event in SM Megamall two weeks ago. I didn’t exactly cry. But I saw these sets of photographs and thought, “someday I would be able to take beautiful photos just like that”. And believe when I say I want to achieve something, I give it all my heart and soul.